Yet again I find I am writing my Friday family round-up late, though only one day late this week, so that’s an improvement. Not only are we all out of routine with the Easter holidays, but The Boy has been staying with Granny so I took the opportunity to do dull, but essential re-organising tasks that I could never attempt whilst he was here (more clothes going round and round, for example).
Unfortunately this left me with little time or headspace for the blog, especially since The Girl is teething again. The poor mite is spending every evening in pain which means she doesn’t sleep or leave me alone. Unlike when she was little it is almost impossible to blog around her as the phone or laptop are both too tempting for her to leave alone if she’s anywhere near them!
On the plus side the teeth don’t seem to have affected her appetite and she’s been trying all sorts of new foods, from salmon to pesto, and wolfing them down with pleasure, which makes me happy. Her talking is also still coming along a treat with “bay-beeee” (baby) now being joined by some animal noises. Is there anything as amusing as a one year old mooing at Countryfile?
The Boy has been busy down at Granny’s going to a car museum, riding on a bus (free entertainment for an OAP (sorry Mater) and an under-5) and accompanying Granny to the hairdressers’ – brave woman!
As for me, well, I bought some new knickers (oh the excitement), some red shoes for The Boy and a packet of hairclips.
Just for shits and giggles, here are the red shoes I had in mind:
and here are the ones The Boy wanted:
Despite my open-minded approach to gendered clothing, I didn’t think the patent pair were particularly practical for every day wear, so I did persuade him to the canvas pair eventually. I think they’ll be more comfortable for climbing trees. In his own inimitable way he decided to style his red shoes with his red trousers and red hoodie. Daddy called him “ketchup boy”, Granny told him she wasn’t going out with him dressed like that because people would think she had dressed him like a blood clot. <snorts>
Next week is shaping up to be a little more exciting, however, as I’ve been invited to a bloggers’ dinner out at a local 800 year old hostelry. I am stupidly excited by this because one of my goals for the blog is to cover more of the good, family-friendly places to eat in Oxfordshire – maybe even a special on Sunday lunches – but that’ll be a long and expensive process, so I’m thrilled to get a start on it so soon.
I’m also in the middle of my piece on Independent Midwives – it is starting to look like being a two-parter – as requested by one of my regular readers. Please let me know by comment or email if there’s any topic you’d like me to touch or expand upon. If I can help, I will.
Have a lovely weekend!